"Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred, moments of tears. Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes, How do you measure, measure a year, Damnit now that song's going to been stuck in my head all day...... oh excuse me sir" he said as he almost walked over the door man, who was attempting to block his entrance " that quite alright sir i'll get the door myself. No no i insist. There's no need to get rough, I'm not trying to take your job! Jeez man I'm just trying to get inside."
Sir your kind are really not welcome here, go find some other place to sleep.
"I'll have you know, I have no intentions of sleeping here, though its quite warm and that bench in the park over there does kind of give me a back ache." he exclaimed pointing in the direction of the local park
As the doorman turned to look, the bum walked right thought the front doors of the musim. His long hair was matted and took on a tarnished silver quality in the soft light. his beard, witch had a small twig entangled in it, reached out in every direction from under an overcoat that was three sizes to big. The man walked past Egypt wing, one of the most popular sections, and as he stroled along the Excalabor excibit, How Life Was in King Auther's Day, he just laughed. Just wandering along seemingly without purpose until he came to a small room. All in all it wasn't a remarkable room, lightly decorated with some fourtenth century furnichor, a few relecs that really don't belong, and a large ornate mirror that spred the lenth of the wall.
He stood there for a moment combing is hair with his hands, straiting his pants and tucking in his shirt. After he felt that he was apropreatly groomed he stared at his relfection."man it's been a long year. I've been trying to get ahold of you for some time now. Some crazy shits been going on here man, things seem ..... out of place. Have you been paying attention?" wagging a gloved finger at the air.
"I have, and they just don't add up. It's like watching a remake of your favorite movie, only the movie is your life. Hell look at me, ok bad example. But you know what i meean. I'm still the same, and yet I know i'm the same. Me! no big deal for the avarage joe but I have a slight habbit of losing it, as you well know. So its not all bad.
Some people passing by stoped and stuck their head in the room to see what the comotion was, only to find a man speaking to his own reflection. Most people just walk away a few stayed to watch. He would pace back and forth recaping events over the past year, and then go into an overly dramatic recap of how it didn't make any since, and would be impossible in any normal world.
"But I know its not right and I'm not even sure what exatly is wrong. .... and I don't know how to fix it." He paused for a moment, growing a little iratated
"Look, just let me talk to the boss for a minute, he'll know what to. he'll know how to fix this. So if you'll just be kind enough to pass the message along....?"
No reply came
"Come on theres no need to be rude, it's not like i'm asking the impossiable here. Fine! Don't talk to me. I'll find a way to make them see its wrong. Oh i know what your thinking "their never going to belive you" well thats ok, I'm used to people thinking i'm crazy. Everone alway think i'm lost in my in world."
Sinking his head into his hands,"but i'm not, i'm lost in someone elses. I don't like it here, please Alice.......... I....I just want to go home." he sobed. "Why can't I go home?"
"Poor man's lost his mind" a young lady said as the small crowd drifted away, leaving Cross to his misery.
